then come on down. But don't let my bucket go all the way down,
because I don't want to go into the water. Put a stick through the
chain when I holler up for you to do so."

"All right; hop in, it will be lots of fun, and we'll surely get
cooled off."

So, while the bucket stood on the flat stones of the well-curb,
Molly stepped in and wound her thin little arms around the chain.

"Push me off," she said to Marjorie, "and hang on to the other
side of the chain so I won't go too fast."

"Yes, but who's going to push me off when I go down?"

"Oh, you can wriggle yourself off. Here, don't push me, I'll push
off myself and show you how."

Grasping the other chain and partly supporting herself by that
means, Molly, with her feet in the bucket, wriggled and pushed
until the bucket went off the edge of the curb and began to slide
down the well. The other bucket came up from under the water with
a splash, and as both girls held the upcoming chain, Molly did not
go down too fast.

"It's great!" she exclaimed, as she went slowly down. "It's
perfectly lovely! It's as cold as an ice-box and the stones are
all green and mossy. Look out now, Mops, I'm coming to the other
bucket."